Blue Bloods

Frank Reagan:
I'm the PC. I know everything.

Nicky Reagan-Boyle:
[Reading from a fortune cookie] "A mysterious stranger is on his way."

Erin Reagan-Boyle:
No, he's not.

Nicky Reagan-Boyle:
Yes, he is.

Frank Reagan:
Your grandpa has 36,000 armed men at his disposal, he's not.

Sabrina:
What does she have that I don't have?

Danny Reagan:
Me.

Nicky Reagan-Boyle:
I want you to meet my Uncle Jamie and his partner Edit. They're officers with the N.Y.P.D.

Chrissie Watkins:
Your uncle's a cop?

Jamie Reagan:
Wait'll she find out who your grandpa is.

Detective Abigail Baker:
Reagan, how many cups is that today?

Danny Reagan:
You know what I like best about coming here every day?

Detective Abigail Baker:
Making the streets safer?

Danny Reagan:
No. I don't have to listen to my wife nag me about how much coffee I drink.

Detective Abigail Baker:
So you're not gonna tell me?

Danny Reagan:
Not unless you want to tell me how many times a day is that you're texting that guy from Vice.

Nurse:
Checking in? Name.

Richard Sullivan:
Richard, uh...

Robber #3:
[Proudly, her arms around her husband's neck] This is Captain Richard Sullivan of the Sixth Striker Brigade Combat Team, 9th Infantry Division.

Nurse:
Please escort Captain Sullivan to his room.

Robber #3:
[She kneels in front of her husband's wheelchair] I love you. And when we both get out, this is gonna be better. [Richard nods at her, too choked up to speak. They kiss goodbye, then she stands and he starts to follow the nurse's aide]

Danny Reagan:
Good luck.

Richard Sullivan:
[Turns to Danny] Hoo rah.

Danny Reagan:
Hoo rah.

Reverend Darnell Potter:
[walking into Mayor Poole's office] "Be peaceful, be courteous, obey the law, respect everyone; but if someone puts his hand on you, send him to the cemetery." Malcolm X!

Frank Reagan:
And hello to you, too, Reverend.

Reverend Darnell Potter:
[a bit later] See what I'm talking about? No willingness to work together, no interest in building consensus.

Frank Reagan:
"A genuine leader is not a seeker of consensus but a molder of consensus." [walks out]

Mayor Carter Poole:
[off Potter's look, chuckling] Martin Luther King.

Frank Reagan:
Every tour you work, do this job like there's trouble around every corner, because one day there will be.

Danny Reagan:
Glad you stopped by. I've been meaning to give you these since I heard you got assigned the the twelfth.

Jamie Reagan:
What is it?

Danny Reagan:
Hold on. I'm going to show you. [Goes to locker] You can always use an extra pair of collar brass.

Jamie Reagan:
Thanks Danny.

Danny Reagan:
On the other hand, you wanna carry something useful? You ever seen a slapper before? Nothing better in close quarters, take it.

Jamie Reagan:
Where did you even get a thing like that?

Danny Reagan:
See right there [Points to initials]

Jamie Reagan:
Are those grandpa's?

Danny Reagan:
You didn't think all those things were mine, did you?

Jamie Reagan:
Thanks, but no thanks. [Hands Danny the item back]

Danny Reagan:
Suit yourself. Just keep in mind Bambi, you're not in Cambridge anymore.

Danny Reagan:
[Offers a plate of food to Jamie, he declines] Huh, what's wrong, have you lost your appetite? You look like you've seen a dead person or something.

Jamie Reagan:
What, you put Renzulli up to it?

Danny Reagan:
Come on, when's Renzulli ever listened to anything I say.

Jamie Reagan:
I had to burn that uniform.

Henry Reagan:
Hey, the rookie gets the short stick on the job since back before I came on.

Danny Reagan:
Yeah, speaking of sticks grandpa, I offered Jamie your old blackjack too.

Henry Reagan:
My old slapper?

Danny Reagan:
Mhmm.

Henry Reagan:
I take that as a compliment.

Danny Reagan:
Yeah, he turned it down.

Frank Reagan:
It's not 1959, pop.

Henry Reagan:
That's 1969 thank you very much, Francis.

Frank Reagan:
They're not authorised.

Henry Reagan:
Doesn't mean it can't save your life.

Danny Reagan:
Nah, it's all right, let him learn the hard way, when he's rolling around on the dirt with three hundred pounds of prison muscle.

Frank Reagan:
I never carried one.

Danny Reagan:
Come on dad, you're six foot four, you've got hands of stone. I still remember spankings I got from you. With those war clubs.

Frank Reagan:
Gave me plenty of chances.

Jamie Reagan:
Just finally what you want, everybody in this room knows that those things did most of the damage, after the perp was cuffed. [Both grandpa and Danny look at him annoyed]

Danny Reagan:
What am I going to do with you? Hmm? Somebody teach this kid the ropes.

Jamie Reagan:
You've got a problem with me when I'm a dumb rookie, and a problem when I'm not, why is that? [Tension in the room]

Danny Reagan:
[Family dinner] Thank you for the blackjack grandpa, and thank you for not using it little brother. It came in very handy.

Jamie Reagan:
I just hope it doesn't get you another IA investigation.

Danny Reagan:
What did you say?

Jamie Reagan:
You heard me.

Danny Reagan:
No I didn't hear you, say it again.

Sydney Davenport:
Jamie, he's just trying to get a rise out of you.

Jamie Reagan:
Yeah well, he got one.

Danny Reagan:
Yeah listen to your girlfriend, Jamie. Take it easy.

Jamie Reagan:
Well, I will Danny, when you get off my back, okay?

Danny Reagan:
Hey, I'm not on your back.

Jamie Reagan:
You've been riding me ever since I got out of the academy.

Danny Reagan:
You know, when I start riding you, you'll know about it.

Linda Reagan:
Easy, kids.

Danny Reagan:
[Jamie gets up] Where you going? Hey, *sit down*.

Jamie Reagan:
If you want to talk to me, I'm going outside, okay?

Danny Reagan:
Where you going? Sit down.

Jamie Reagan:
If you wanna talk about it...

Danny Reagan:
*Sit down, Harvard* [Jamie leaves] *sighs* I'll go talk to him.

Frank Reagan:
No, I'll talk to him.

Jamie Reagan:
I'm sorry, but 'rookie this, rookie that', I mean I can't do anything right anymore. He's...

Frank Reagan:
Well I think he's desperate to teach you everything he knows.

Jamie Reagan:
By tearing me down every chance that he gets?

Frank Reagan:
[Chuckles] That's your brother. If Danny's tough on you, it's cos he wants to make you bulletproof.

Jamie Reagan:
I give directions to tourists on Times Square, it's not exactly like the 70's.

Frank Reagan:
Every tour you work, do this job like there's trouble around every corner, cos one day there will be. Danny couldn't handle losing another brother.

Jackie Curatola:
We wait.

Danny Reagan:
Yeah, we do.

Jackie Curatola:
It's Sunday night, Reagan. I'm missing my Chinese spareribs and martinis. Gin and grease. It's a food group, you know.

Danny Reagan:
If this works out, I'll treat you to Peter Luger's. [suspects appear] Well, well, well.

Jackie Curatola:
Ooh, I'm getting a t-bone, medium rare.

Danny Reagan:
Hey, you okay?

Jamie Reagan:
Yeah, I'm fine.

Danny Reagan:
Have you given your statement to anybody?

Jamie Reagan:
Yeah, I talked to uh I talked to this guy. [Points at another detective]

Danny Reagan:
Jack, he says he gave his statement to this guy over here. [Points her in the other detective's direction, then turns to Jamie] What happened?

Jamie Reagan:
Well, you know the uh, the triad, they kidnap illegal immigrants to try and squeeze money out of their families in China right?

Danny Reagan:
Yeah yeah it's one of their many upstanding activities, why, what happened?

Jamie Reagan:
I think that's what I saw. Two suspects had guns, but when I searched the guy, he didn't have it.

Danny Reagan:
Are you sure they had guns?

Jamie Reagan:
Yeah yeah he had it, he must have tossed it.

Danny Reagan:
A gun's not going to last long on the streets of Chinatown, kid, what else?

Jamie Reagan:
There was one other woman, a Chinese woman, she saw the whole thing, perp pushed her up against the wall, she might have had lacerations on her forehead.

Danny Reagan:
I've gotta find two Asian women in Chinatown? Now what were you doing down here anyway, you're off duty?

Jamie Reagan:
Just walking around, blowing off some steam after my tour.

Danny Reagan:
Look, Internal Affairs is going to be up all over you, they're going to want to speak to witnesses, going to know who you were talking to, what you were doing.

Jamie Reagan:
I got it, I got it.

Danny Reagan:
Right, get your story straight.

Jamie Reagan:
All right.

Danny Reagan:
[Nods] I'm glad you're all right. [He pats Jamie on the cheek]

Jamie Reagan:
[On the phone] No, no no, I didn't expect this to happen, he ran right out into traffic. Now the guy's dead, it's a total scene out here, I think every cop from Lower Manhattan came out.

Frank Reagan:
Were you hurt?

Jamie Reagan:
No, I'm fine dad, listen, don't worry about me, I just wanted to let you know I... I don't want this to jam you up in any way.

Frank Reagan:
You just tell the truth, you'll do fine, son.

Jamie Reagan:
Yeah.

Frank Reagan:
[Gets another call] I've gotta go, I'm sorry.

Jamie Reagan:
Yeah, okay. All right, bye.

Frank Reagan:
[offers a cigar] Life is good, Walter.

Mons. Walter Donahue:
Where did you get these?

Frank Reagan:
Don't ask.

Frank Reagan:
How do I defend against a man without offending his flock? Without insulting their faith?

Cardinal Brennan:
May I quote scripture?

Frank Reagan:
Not unless you want to put me to sleep.

Cardinal Brennan:
From the book of John, even if a brother has done us wrong, we will not want to injure that brother's credibility within the body.

Frank Reagan:
What's the body?

Cardinal Brennan:
The community.

Frank Reagan:
And how do you get that done?

Cardinal Brennan:
By delivering your complaint in private with the respect of discretion.

Frank Reagan:
Does scripture give an example?

Cardinal Brennan:
Yes. From the book of The Godfather Part II.

[When Frank smiles, the Archdiocese holds up his hand]

Cardinal Brennan:
No. When Michael confronts Fredo about his treachery, he says, "I know it was you, Fredo. You broke my heart. You broke my heart." He delivers his accusation right into Fredo's ear. It's just between the two of them. Despite Michael's anger, he hides it from their community so that the community might preserve.

Frank Reagan:
Better to be judged by twelve than carried by six.

Frank Reagan:
With a name like Francis Francisco, you better teach him how to throw a left hook.

Frank Reagan:
If it moves you duct-tape it. If it squeaks you WD40 it. If it's stuck you hit it with a hammer.

Erin Reagan-Boyle:
[after finding a tip about her childhood friend's dead husband] Can I go with you?

Danny Reagan:
No, what you can do is accidentally meet my partner down there.

Frank Reagan:
[to everyone at Sunday dinner] We sit together. We get up together.

Reporter:
Do you consider this part of a recent pattern of tension between the public and police?

Frank Reagan:
[In anger and disbelief] Seriously? Is that a real question? Here? Now?

Reporter:
Yes, Sir. Certainly, the Commissioner is aware...

Frank Reagan:
The Commissioner is *aware* that a Chief and his wife were gunned down in cold blood. If you need someone to frame that in some larger narrative, I'm not your guy today.

Frank Reagan:
Stop looking at me as if I'm Captain Queeg asking where the strawberries went.

Detective Abigail Baker:
Sir?

Danny Reagan:
Sayonara, Sully.

Sully:
I don't speak Spanish.

Henry Reagan:
I'm all for benefit of the doubt, so long as I'm dead certain who benefits from the doubt.

Jamie Reagan:
What does that mean?

Henry Reagan:
It means I wanna be sure the person is innocent before I let him or her off the hook.

Jamie Reagan:
So, you're all for the benefit of the doubt as long as there is no doubt.

Henry Reagan:
Exactly.

Frank Reagan:
[to Elise Whitfield/Lauren Vickers] You know, there are days when I think - and not in a good way - now I've seen everything. And then I come across someone like you, and I think - and in the worst way - nah... you ain't seen nothin' yet.

Ricky Vintano:
Lawyer! Lawyer! LAWYER! LAWYER!

Jamie Reagan:
Hey, so we're set for Shakespeare in the park tonight?

Danny Reagan:
Can't wait.

Jamie Reagan:
I was sitting with grandpa the other night, we were looking at pictures from the old days... I remember seeing this pin on his uniform. The Blue Templar.

Danny Reagan:
[Pre-occupied with his computer] Uh-huh.

Jamie Reagan:
It was some kind of... fraternal group?

Danny Reagan:
Yeah. Back in the days.

Jamie Reagan:
He said you were tapped for it too. But if it was such a - such a back in the day thing...

Danny Reagan:
[Finally turns to look at his brother] Are you a cop or a reporter? [pauses while Jamie shakes his head slightly] It's nothing for a rookie to worry about. [He stares at Jamie until Jamie backs away]

Officer Edit Jenko:
[She and Jamie are watching dozens of people walking quickly in the same direction, staring at their cell phones] Are people ignoring each other, like, in big groups now?

Frank Reagan:
What are you so antsy about?

Garrett Moore:
I'm not antsy.

Frank Reagan:
If anybody's on the hook here, it's me.

Garrett Moore:
Huh. I'm not as dumb as I look Frank.

Frank Reagan:
You don't look dumb. You look antsy.

Danny Reagan:
Mom's probably spinning in her grave, you quitting the law and becoming a cop and all.

Danny Reagan:
Please don't make this any more fun for me than it already is, okay, sport?

Henry Reagan:
Good cops are made by the world they police.

Reverend Darnell Potter:
I used to want your respect. Not any more.

Frank Reagan:
Well, you got what you wanted.

Gerry Guererro:
You would have made a good lawyer, you know that?

Frank Reagan:
I consider that an insult.

Danny Reagan:
Hate to have to pull you out on a Sunday, Jack. Just need to keep you in the loop.

Jackie Curatola:
Ah, it's all right. I needed the distraction anyway. New boyfriend's a dope.

Danny Reagan:
What's his problem?

Jackie Curatola:
Patriots fan.

Danny Reagan:
Dump him.

Jackie Curatola:
I know.

Jerry Phillips:
[Choked with grief] I am not a smart man. Or a rich man. But, I am a family man. And as such, I did what's right.

Danny Reagan:
Really.

Jerry Phillips:
Yes, I did!

Frank Reagan:
Life isn't fair, but you can be.

Danny Reagan:
[Walks into Allison's hospital room, sees her crying] What's going on here?

Jamie Reagan:
She was asking what happened to her boyfriend, I didn't know what to tell her.

Danny Reagan:
So you told her?

Jamie Reagan:
I didn't know what to say...

Danny Reagan:
[Annoyed] Wait outside.

Danny Reagan:
[Walks out of Allison's hospital room] Nice work kid, our only witness and you gotta turn on the waterworks?

Jamie Reagan:
[Ashamed] I'm sorry Danny.

Danny Reagan:
[Glares at him for a second, then loosens up] It's fine. She would have found out eventually anyway. Sometimes you're damned if you do, damned if you don't. I heard about what you did, saving her life. Good job kid.

Henry Reagan:
[He, Frank, Danny and Jamie are having their picture taken with the Bullitt Mustang, all with huge, happy smiles] Best Christmas card photo ever.

Frank Reagan:
At 0600 hours this morning a joint task force consisting of the Detective Bureau, the Narcotics Division... [police cars screech to a halt on the street. Hundreds of uniformed and ESU officers rush into the Bitterman Projects in formation]... ESU, the Warrant Squad, the Gang Division and patrol - armed with warrants for arrests on charges including conspiracy to murder in the cases of police officer Vincent Cruz and Mayor Carter Poole, narcotics possession with intent to distribute, enterprise corruption... [a gangbanger is shown running down a stairwell, only to run into an ESU team coming up the stairs]... racketeering and a number of other serious charges - conducted a sweep of the Bitterman Housing Projects... [an ESU team led by Danny and Baez raids Santana's unit, handcuffing Santana and one of his mistresses]... arresting 47 members and associates of the Los Lordes criminal organization, including their head. [Police officers escort several groups of Los Lordes members out of the buildings, shackled to each other] These arrests were made with information given by the residents of the Bitterman Projects, at their own risk, with no promise of reward, other than full NYPD cooperation in restoring law and order to their community. [Jamie and Sgt. Renzulli shake hands with Hector Santiago's father] I would like to note that this operation was carried out with the full input, and by design of, Mayor Carter Poole, with the explicit intent of conducting the investigations and arrests in such a manner as to build trust between the NYPD and the Bitterman community - a trust that has been absent, on both sides, for far too long. [Danny and Baez load Santana into the back of a squad car]

Anne Farrell:
You notice that not even your cop cars are black and white anymore?

Frank Reagan:
You think that up on the way over here?

Alex McBride:
Only saw my father... a handful of times growing up. I reached out to him years ago before I suspected he was involved. He wasn't interested. He died before I could even ask him about it.

Erin Reagan-Boyle:
Why do you think he did it?

Alex McBride:
My grandmother told me my Mom was gonna move us out of the city. When my father found out, he got upset. Said he wasn't gonna let her leave New York.

Erin Reagan-Boyle:
Well, I guess he got what he wanted.

Alex McBride:
The thing that I keep thinking about is... how this is a part of who I am now. The son of a killer.

Erin Reagan-Boyle:
That's not who you are.

Alex McBride:
That's easy for you to say. Look at your family. Any murderers in your blood line?

Alex McBride:
When I found out your father had an arrest record, I went down to the property clerk's office and asked to see all the property vouchered from his last arrest.

Alex McBride:
Why? DNA is a perfect match.

Erin Reagan-Boyle:
I wasn't looking for DNA. [Shows him his mother's ring] I was looking for this. [He takes it, looking at the ring with angel wings etched into it that his mother so treasured] He never reclaimed it.

Alex McBride:
Guess he didn't want any reminders.

Erin Reagan-Boyle:
You said that your mother was always helping people even when you were struggling. *That's* your legacy, Alex.

Alex McBride:
Thank you, Erin.

Frank Reagan:
Beef stew's delicious, Erin.

Erin Reagan-Boyle:
Got the recipe online. From a new firehouse cookbook.

Frank Reagan:
Very funny.

Danny Reagan:
I just lost my appetite.

Jack Reagan:
Isn't it weird that cops and fireman hate each other so much?

Sean Reagan:
That's because they're smoke-eating pretty boys. Right, Pops?

Henry Reagan:
Did I say that?

Frank Reagan:
We don't exactly hate each other, Jack. It's just that sometimes we disagree.

Frank Reagan:
It took a long time for this city to get its swagger back. Wouldn't that be a victory here?